Either Way
I am doodling once again. And I realize something.
I have been missing this.
This is an integral part of my day … my wellbeing.
Just like walking outside. On the ground. Not on concrete. On the ground.
Just like writing words–either for a deadline or a journal. I need to do that.
And music.
Right now we have framers living with us. Wood framers, not word framers! And one is in the room with my piano. I can't get to the piano!
So I might have to take a walk … to a church … to play the piano and doodle. On the way back, I can speak the words I need to write into my phone.
Done.
Grateful. Thankful. Blessed.
Oh, the misspelling in the doodle and the title?
It was a mistake … at first.
Now, I like it.
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